to me! The guy was killed. Thank God I was in there, or Iâd be dead too.â I took him through what happened. Hearing the killerâs voice. Curtis pushing the gun off the bed. Watching him be killed.
Picking up the gun and having no other choice than to do what I did.
My tears cleared and now there was only the deepest urgency in my eyes. âThe guy was going to shoot me, David. I identified myself. I told him I was an ex-cop. I gave him every chance to put his weapon down. He didnât. What he did do was raise it up to me. I shot him, David. I had no choice. He would have shot me!â
I drew myself close to him. I needed to feel his support so badly. Stiffly, he put his arm around me as my heart pattered against him. Then I finally felt him draw me close. Hesitantly. His arms seemed remote and strange.
âI donât even know how to react to this, Wendy. What did the police say?â
I shook my head against him. âI never went to the police, Dave. I couldnât.â
âYou shot a murderer in self-defense. Youâd just watched him kill someone, right? No one would question it.â
âThatâs not all that happened, Dave. I was scared. I realized my life was about to fall apart. Because of where I was. I just wanted to get home to you.â I lifted my face. âBut thatâs not all . . . The guy I shot wasnât just a murderer. I checked him out and saw his ID after. He was a government agent, Dave. He was from Homeland Security.â
The rest I told him as if in one long, rambling sentence. How I ran from the hotel room, straight into the killerâs partner. How he shot at me, and I had to run. âI fled down the fire stairs, David. Iâm lucky to be alive.â
âOh God, Wendy . . .â I sensed both sympathy and disbelief in his voice. I didnât know if I would believe it if he was telling it to me.
âI donât know what I stumbled into, Dave. But whatever it was, it was a murder. And something these people wanted to cover up. If I went to the police, they would have brought me back to the hotel, to the very people who were trying to kill me. Iâve never been so afraid in my life. All I could think of was getting back here to you.â I cupped his face. âI knew whatever we had to do, we could do it together. Honey, Iâm so sorry for what I did. I never meant for this to happen.â
âBut it did. It did happen.â I could see he didnât know how to react.
âYes, it did.â I nodded guiltily.
âDoes anyone know who you are?â
âI donât think so. But itâs going to come out. There may be security cameras. And Pam knows I was there. I texted her about this guy. Besides, I killed someone . . .â
He blew out his cheeks and nodded somberly. âWe donât have any choice but to go to the police.â
âI know.â Though the thought of it filled me with dread. A married woman up in a strange hotel roomâto screw some guy sheâd only met an hour earlier. Then shooting a government agent and fleeing . . . Would it be seen as just trying to cover up what I had done? I thought of my family and stepkids. It was all going to come out. âIâm scared, Dave.â I kind of fell against him.
Again he wrapped his arms around me with a lukewarm squeeze. âI know youâre scared. We can let someone intercede. A lawyer. Thereâs Harvey Baum from the club.â Heâd handled Daveâs divorce. âOr Hal . . .â
âWho the hell is Hal?â
âHal Pritchard. Heâs been advising us on the deal.â
My mind suddenly flashed to it. Given the sordid publicity, who the hell would want to merge with them now? âDave, Iâm so sorry I got you into this. I know how important everything was tonight.â I hugged him. âI canât believe this has happened.â
âWeâll get